It really only looked scary.
Maybe I should explain . . .
Husby played basketball.
Actually, Husby played basketball well. As did his
teammates.
Because of that, they were invited to many different
tournaments.
But that has nothing to do with this story.
Okay. He was away. He found a great store that sold neat
things.
He bought something.
I guess it has a little bit to do with the story . . .
The something he bought was a snake.
A large snake.
Rubber.
Convincing.
He thought it was cool.
When packing up from their tournament, he stuffed said snake
into his backpack and headed for the bus.
The next morning, in a hurry, he dumped the gear from his ‘weekend’
backpack onto his bed to make way for his ‘going-to-school’ backpack.
Something stuck.
His new friend.
He pulled it out and gave it a toss among the other paraphernalia.
Then left.
Some hours later, another day of school behind him, he
entered the front door of his family’s home.
And there was his mother.
Now it wasn’t unusual for his mother to greet her sons at
the door when they came home.
Usually it was a cheerful exchange of ‘how-was-your-day?’ or
‘anything-exciting-happen?’ followed immediately by ‘I’ve-been-baking-food’s-in-the-kitchen’.
Today was different.
She was sitting in the armchair.
In the semi-darkened living room.
Actually, ‘huddled’ would be a more accurate term.
She was huddled in the armchair.
Husby walked in. “Hi, Mom!”
She turned to look at him. For some seconds, she said
nothing.
“Mom?”
“What is that thing
on your bed?”
Just FYI. When you bring a friend home from your weekend . .
.
Tell your mom.
Uh-oh ... no cookies for after-school lunch THAT day ...
ReplyDeleteI can just see his Mom! I would have called the exterminator!
ReplyDeleteTee-Hee!
Love,
Chris
His poor mum! I hope she wasn't huddled in that chair all day wondering if the snake was going to come looking for her.
ReplyDeleteHe was lucky that his bed didn't have bullet holes in it. Or a shovel through the snake's head and into the mattress.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. I think she handled that pretty well. I would have passed out immediately. When we were little, my brother would search for baby garter snakes and put them in his pockets. Most of the time he returned them to their homes, but one day he forgot - my mom started a load of wash, and found them swimming on top. I still don't think she has recovered!
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